Friday, September 13, 2013
Black Friday but for entirely different reasons...
On this day, 20 years ago, my dad was wounded by shrapnel while at work.
On 1st November, he passed away.
There's not much more I can say or write about this devastating "wrong place at the wrong time" occurrence, one that completely sideswiped and shattered us: I've written about my dad being wounded in this sweary, expletive-laden post and then there's this "My father the hero" post, like an ode or a "love letter" to the best father there was.
I love him, I miss him. So, so much.
So much that it seems absurd that 20 years have passed since the day he was wounded.
I mean, twenty years, WHAT.
Oh, and because it can never be said enough: f--k you, war.